Ay, I'd love to call it mine but Choccy made this jawn, man
Hey
I can't sleep
Fiending at fourteen, holding that heat
Grieving at thirteen, grabbing at sheets
Thinking of the P-Man, we was bumping Maxo Kream
Talk shit, get smoked, kept a pack on me
Fours on fours, ol' boy put a stack on me
Thinking 'bout the backs I beat
Toxic piece, snatched her nappy ass weave
"Remember, son
Blood's thicker than water"
Shit sound cool if you don't look harder
Covenants, wombs? In tombs
That's King Tut, Teirrah Mantub
Redone, like I made a deluxe
Free son, like I'm Mason
Or you wanted songs, and I made some
With my kin, I'm Gabe Hunt, uh
Niggas lying, like deserted soldiers
Bullet holes, shit you couldn't solder
We ain't find out till we got older
Them boys still ain't sober
None of us had hit it over
And I ain't ever touched nothing
But shit ain't hitting, I might have something
PTSD on me, like cats and dreams
My eyes go out, like D. Curry, and all I see's the color green, uh
I might-
I might need to checked out
I might need to get decked out
Too mad, and I'm stressed out
Can't sleep, brothers dead now
I can't sleep
Fiending at fourteen, holding that heat
Grieving at thirteen, grabbing at sheets
Thinking of the P-Man, we was bumping Maxo Kream
Talk shit, get smoked, kept a pack on me
Fours on fours, ol' boy put a stack on me
Thinking 'bout the backs I beat
Toxic piece, snatched her nappy ass weave
"Remember, son
Blood's thicker than water"
Shit sound cool if you don't look harder
Covenants, wombs? In tombs
That's King Tut, Teirrah Mantub
Redone, like I made a deluxe
Free son, like I'm Mason
Or you wanted songs, and I made some
With my kin, I'm Gabe Hunt, uh
Niggas lying, like deserted soldiers
Bullet holes, shit you couldn't solder
We ain't find out till we got older
Them boys still ain't sober
None of us had hit it over
And I ain't ever touched nothing
But shit ain't hitting, I might have something
PTSD on me, like cats and dreams
My eyes go out, like D. Curry, and all I see's the color green, uh
I might-
I might need to checked out
I might need to get decked out
Too mad, and I'm stressed out
Can't sleep, brothers dead now
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Ay, I'd love to call it mine but Choccy made this jawn, man
Hey
I can't sleep
Fiending at fourteen, holding that heat
Grieving at thirteen, grabbing at sheets
Thinking of the P-Man, we was bumping Maxo Kream
Talk shit, get smoked, kept a pack on me
Fours on fours, ol' boy put a stack on me
Thinking 'bout the backs I beat
Toxic piece, snatched her nappy ass weave
"Remember, son
Blood's thicker than water"
Shit sound cool if you don't look harder
Covenants, wombs? In tombs
That's King Tut, Teirrah Mantub
Redone, like I made a deluxe
Free son, like I'm Mason
Or you wanted songs, and I made some
With my kin, I'm Gabe Hunt, uh
Niggas lying, like deserted soldiers
Bullet holes, shit you couldn't solder
We ain't find out till we got older
Them boys still ain't sober
None of us had hit it over
And I ain't ever touched nothing
But shit ain't hitting, I might have something
PTSD on me, like cats and dreams
My eyes go out, like D. Curry, and all I see's the color green, uh
I might-
I might need to checked out
I might need to get decked out
Too mad, and I'm stressed out
Can't sleep, brothers dead now
I can't sleep
Fiending at fourteen, holding that heat
Grieving at thirteen, grabbing at sheets
Thinking of the P-Man, we was bumping Maxo Kream
Talk shit, get smoked, kept a pack on me
Fours on fours, ol' boy put a stack on me
Thinking 'bout the backs I beat
Toxic piece, snatched her nappy ass weave
"Remember, son
Blood's thicker than water"
Shit sound cool if you don't look harder
Covenants, wombs? In tombs
That's King Tut, Teirrah Mantub
Redone, like I made a deluxe
Free son, like I'm Mason
Or you wanted songs, and I made some
With my kin, I'm Gabe Hunt, uh
Niggas lying, like deserted soldiers
Bullet holes, shit you couldn't solder
We ain't find out till we got older
Them boys still ain't sober
None of us had hit it over
And I ain't ever touched nothing
But shit ain't hitting, I might have something
PTSD on me, like cats and dreams
My eyes go out, like D. Curry, and all I see's the color green, uh
I might-
I might need to checked out
I might need to get decked out
Too mad, and I'm stressed out
Can't sleep, brothers dead now
Hey
I can't sleep
Fiending at fourteen, holding that heat
Grieving at thirteen, grabbing at sheets
Thinking of the P-Man, we was bumping Maxo Kream
Talk shit, get smoked, kept a pack on me
Fours on fours, ol' boy put a stack on me
Thinking 'bout the backs I beat
Toxic piece, snatched her nappy ass weave
"Remember, son
Blood's thicker than water"
Shit sound cool if you don't look harder
Covenants, wombs? In tombs
That's King Tut, Teirrah Mantub
Redone, like I made a deluxe
Free son, like I'm Mason
Or you wanted songs, and I made some
With my kin, I'm Gabe Hunt, uh
Niggas lying, like deserted soldiers
Bullet holes, shit you couldn't solder
We ain't find out till we got older
Them boys still ain't sober
None of us had hit it over
And I ain't ever touched nothing
But shit ain't hitting, I might have something
PTSD on me, like cats and dreams
My eyes go out, like D. Curry, and all I see's the color green, uh
I might-
I might need to checked out
I might need to get decked out
Too mad, and I'm stressed out
Can't sleep, brothers dead now
I can't sleep
Fiending at fourteen, holding that heat
Grieving at thirteen, grabbing at sheets
Thinking of the P-Man, we was bumping Maxo Kream
Talk shit, get smoked, kept a pack on me
Fours on fours, ol' boy put a stack on me
Thinking 'bout the backs I beat
Toxic piece, snatched her nappy ass weave
"Remember, son
Blood's thicker than water"
Shit sound cool if you don't look harder
Covenants, wombs? In tombs
That's King Tut, Teirrah Mantub
Redone, like I made a deluxe
Free son, like I'm Mason
Or you wanted songs, and I made some
With my kin, I'm Gabe Hunt, uh
Niggas lying, like deserted soldiers
Bullet holes, shit you couldn't solder
We ain't find out till we got older
Them boys still ain't sober
None of us had hit it over
And I ain't ever touched nothing
But shit ain't hitting, I might have something
PTSD on me, like cats and dreams
My eyes go out, like D. Curry, and all I see's the color green, uh
I might-
I might need to checked out
I might need to get decked out
Too mad, and I'm stressed out
Can't sleep, brothers dead now
Writer: Luccas Perez
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